These Failings - By Amy Court and Joey Daigneault
Half empty, half full or half ass
It all depends what’s in the glass
It’s so far from perfect, I can’t even dream here to there
but a closet of bones means I always have something to wear
Don’t you see
I didn’t get into this blind
I’m over my head only most of the time
Don’t nobody save me; try to dissuade me
Cause all of these failings are mine
Got sugar to sweeten my mouth
And a compass for when I go south
And you don’t understand all the reasons I do what I do
All this teetering close to the edge means you can’t beat the view
Don’t you see
I didn’t get into this blind
I’m over my head only most of the time
Don’t nobody save me; no one persuade me
All of these failings are mine
My albatross gonna beat its wings away
All the luck I’ve lost gonna save this rainy day
Don’t you see
I didn’t get into this blind
I’m over my head only most of the time
Don’t nobody save me; no one persuade me
All of these failings are mine
Music by Amy Court and Joey Daigneault
Lyrics by Amy Court
Copyright 2001